Date: Tue, 12 Oct 2004 17:53:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: jay
Subject: 'Friday Night With Brad' (tt oral cons)

The following is a work of fiction and should be read as such.
Resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.
If you are offended by reading about consensual sexual relations
between teenaged boys or men and teenaged boys or if it is illegal
to do so where you are, then please leave now. Likewise, if you
are not of legal age to read about such things you too should leave.

If you enjoy this story you may also like `The Note' listed in the
Highschool section of the Nifty archives in September 1999, `Mitch's
Homecoming' listed in the Adult-Youth section from December 1999 or
`Skate Park Gloryhole' listed in the Highschool section from
October 2004.

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"Oh you're gonna do it."

"No I ain't gonna fucking do it!"

"Fuck that shit. I did it and you gonna do it too."

"What's it taste like," I asked, not really sure I wanted
to know.

"It fucking tastes like tequila, Dumbass."

"Can't we just drink beer? That shit smells nasty," I
said.

"Don't be a pussy. Take the shit," Brad said.

It was some stupid drinking game that we had lost. There were six of
us playing and only the winner didn't have to take a drink. But
somehow, someway, Brad had taken it upon himself to single me out to
pick on that night. Everyone else just settled their debts by
chugging their losses with beer. Brad felt it necessary to goad me
into doing shots of vile tequila.

"Lick, suck, bite," he said, and I did. The liquid hit the
back of my throat and I immediately felt my insides wanting to come
out through my nose. I got up from the kitchen table and walked
toward the door leading to the back yard of Jen's house. We were
celebrating a three-day weekend from school. It was a typical
teenage party with about 20 of us seniors slaphappy with graduation
fever. Only 32 school days left and we would be out of high school.
Jen was one of those girls who were popular with everybody and it had
been a long standing tradition to gather at her house to let our hair
down and forget about life.

The local radio station was blaring some Friday night party mix in
the background and I felt my head starting to spin as I walked into
the back yard. That round of cards was not the first I had lost and
I was surely feeling the effect of all the alcohol I was forced to
drink. Well, not forced really. I would have drank that much
anyway, but I would not have drank it that fast.

The night was pleasantly cool and I felt a bit better as I sat on the
bench of the picnic table. My back was facing the house and I heard
the screen door open and slam shut behind me. I saw the shadow
approaching me and figured it was Brad. He slapped the back of my
head and jumped on the table beside me. "How you feeling,
Pussy," he asked. He was facing me while he sat on the table. I
had my head resting on my folded arms and I turned my head and stared
at his right thigh. My eyes naturally glanced at his crotch and then
back down to his sneakers. I say naturally because I have been
staring at crotches ever since I can remember, and I have been ogling
Brad's crotch for the last year. Tonight was no different.

Brad pushed my shoulder and said, "Come on, Trev. You ain't
that drunk."

"I'm getting there. Man, I can't take another drink.
I'll be heaving."

Brad just chuckled and lay back onto the picnic table. I was still
staring at his shoes but let my eyes wander up his legs and to his
crotch. I loved watching the mound of his cock and balls. It seemed
alive and always in motion. Brad caught me looking. He had had his
hands behind his head staring into the sky. Now he was looking at
me. He raised his head, sitting up on his elbows. I glanced once at
his face and saw him smiling slightly. Quickly I looked away. Brad
sat up, and in one swift movement, threw his leg over my bowing head
and planted both feet on either side of me. Slowly I lifted my head
from my folded arms and stared directly into the crotch of my best
friend. Again, he leaned back onto his elbows but kept staring at
me. Brad closed his knees against my shoulders tightly and
asked, "What ya looking at, Trev?"

"Nothing."

"You are such a fucking liar. But I will let ya say you were
drunk if ya just wanna suck it for me," he said.

"Fuck off, Brad," I said. "I ain't drunk and I
ain't sucking your dick, Fag."

"Hey, I ain't the one staring at my dick. And by the way,
you are still staring at my dick, Fag," he said, mocking me.

I was. He was hard too. His balls were bulging and I could see a
huge tube of meat stretching across his left thigh. "Open my
pants, Trev," Brad commanded.

"Fuck off, Brad."

"Come on, Trev. You been wanting to blow me. Nobody is gonna
find out. It's right here." With that said, Brad slid his ass
toward my face putting his bulge inches from me. Without thinking I
leaned into his crotch, and placing my nose under his balls, inhaled
the scent of jeans and boy. "Yeah," he said.
"Nobody will know, Trev."

I couldn't help myself. Drunk or not, I completely wanted Brad
in my mouth. It would have been easier to unzip him with my hands
but, for whatever reason, I felt it necessary to use my teeth to
force the zipper over his bulge. The metal teeth easily gave way as
they opened along the path of his engorged cock. Brad grabbed the
back of my head with both of his hands and pulled me into the opening
of his pants. My nose was pushed between his cock and his thigh.
Brad's cock smelled just as I thought it would, an intoxicating
blend of soap, piss and Curve. I inhaled until I thought my lungs would
explode.

He was wearing silk boxers and I could feel his skin through the fly
of his shorts. I twisted my head and let my tongue slither into the
opening of his boxers. Just then, I glanced at Brad's face. His
head was slung back and his chest was heaving. "Hurry up. Put
your mouth on it."

I looked behind me at the door and Brad said, "Nobody's
coming out here. Just suck it." Brad pulled my head back
between his legs and I resisted no more. My tongue managed to pull
his cock free from the confines of his boxers. The huge dick rested
against Brad's stomach. I let my tongue twist its way from the
base of his cock to it's head and just then Brad grabbed my head and
forced me to look at him as he cautioned, "Lick, suck, but don't
bite."

I could hear him laughing to himself at his joke as he pushed my head
into him. I opened my mouth and let his hardness fill my throat. I
struggled against its mass at first but found that if I relaxed my
throat, Brad's dick easily slid into me.

Brad started thrusting into my throat. I could hear the thumping of
the music behind me as well as the dull drone of the party. Brad was
apparently less worried about being caught than I was. Of course it
probably had something to do with having his cock buried into a hot
wet hole.

He continued humping my face, his hands gripping my hair. He was
pulling me into him as much as he was pushing into me. My hands had
found their way to his hips and I gripped them tightly. He continued
pumping for what seemed like an eternity, and my throat became numb.
I felt him grow larger and he pulled out of me, grabbing his dick
with both hands.

I saw his first shot fly over my shoulder as he stroked wildly. As
Brad continued fisting himself, I sucked both his nuts into my mouth
and he bolted upright, moaning in pleasure. He continued pumping his
cock into his fists and spurted four more shots of his juice onto his
stomach.

Brad's nuts plopped out of my mouth and I licked my way up his
cum trail, savoring his flavor with each puddle. He was breathing
heavily as I cleaned the evidence from his chest.

"You missed a spot," he said. Brad guided my mouth to a
stray glob of cum just above his right nipple. I slurped it onto my
tongue and nibbled the rosy nip between my teeth. "Yeah," he
said. "Lick, suck, bite."